On the day when the meditation room was completely repaired, Jiang Yinghe bid farewell to Chanqing.
He was wearing a light green Taoist uniform, the color spread down to the hem of the clothes, and the color became paler and paler. The long hair is tied in the spiritual jade crown, the plain hairpin is simple and unsophisticated, and between the hem and the sleeves of the clothes, one can smell the cold and faint fragrance.
The sharpness of the sword cultivator had been revealed when he was young, but now, those sharpness has completely disappeared, leaving only a clean and introverted look.
Chan Qing looked at him up and down for a moment, and said: "There is no need to rush away. The poor monk will also benefit a lot from talking with you."
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and explained: "The abbot is already in a difficult situation. I have a catastrophe coming, and my premonition has become stronger recently, so I shouldn't stay in Lanruo Temple, so as not to attract others."
Chanqing is still in the first test of Buddha's heart, and he cannot easily leave Lanruo Temple, nor can he easily fight with others. He was shackled by this many tests, although he had a realm, but he was powerless to many things.
Since Jiang Yinghe said so, Chan Qing would no longer keep anyone. He had a premonition in his heart about Jiang Yinghe's concerns about the Taoist ancestor's soul splitting, so he reminded: "The poor monk once told the immortal that whether fate or calamity depends on your own mind. If the immortal's mind is not clear..."
"it's not true."
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, his fingertips slowly covered his heart, and sighed softly: "It's because my heart is moving that I hesitate."
"Amitabha." Chan Qing said, "The poor monk knows what you are afraid of, maybe you accept it, and there is no need for results."
He meant something: "The Sword Immortal of Absolute Beginning passed down his skills and swordsmanship all over the world. He claimed to have had a gift and never changed it in his life. However, all the records of later generations stated that this senior Taoist couple died early. His whereabouts are missing."
While Jiang Yinghe was thinking silently, the person opposite said again: "Perhaps, it's Xianjun you... you are not tempted enough."
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The day he bid farewell to Lanruo Temple was another light rain.
There are often rainy nights in midsummer, and rainy nights are prone to dreaming.
Jiang Yinghe did not choose to use the escape technique to return. Although using the escape technique or the flying magic weapon, he could return to the sect in a few minutes, but he hired a carriage and entered the world of mortals from the pure place of Buddhism. middle.
He needs to sort out his thoughts slowly, and more importantly, his menacing calamity always gives him a bad feeling. Jiang Yinghe planned to go back to Penglai and retreat to pass the catastrophe, so he wanted to take a look in the world of mortals, which might be a reference for the things he was facing.
Rain muffles hearing.
When Jiang Yinghe felt someone approaching, the little white cat had been sitting there waiting for a long time.
He raised his head and saw that there was still wet blood on Chang Ye's fluffy and snow-white tail, which dyed the tip of the tail bright red. Those watery and round cat eyes looked at him without blinking.
Jiang Yinghe deliberately ignored him, lowered his head and continued to carve seal characters into the jade slips, and when arranging the sword manual word by word, he heard an extremely aggrieved and faint meow.
The carriage was a bit wobbly, it was an ordinary product, and it was not transformed into an illegal weapon, and the horse driving the carriage was also a horse hired at random, walking very leisurely.
The sound of rain was pattering, and it would be difficult to hear this call unless you had a keen sense of hearing.
Jiang Yinghe's expression remained the same, thinking of the abbot saying that he should teach his disciples not to spoil him all the time, so he stopped holding him in his arms, and just continued to carve jade slips.
A small snow-white paw approached cautiously, and then patted Jiang Yinghe's clothes.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the cat stepped on its little paw anxiously, leaned over and rubbed against his leg back and forth, accompanied by a soft and pitiful meowing sound.
... Still ignore him.
Chang Ye was a little skeptical, Master only liked them, not himself.
Now, no matter how ruthless and rootless he is as an excuse, he couldn't get Jiang Yinghe's recognition, and he felt unspeakably anxious, and when he thought of that time in that temple, he fed other children cakes, so jealous that he was so sour. People are drowning.
The kitten was lying on the side of Jiang Yinghe's clothes, its tail hooked around his ankles, its round black eyes began to glow again, he meowed softly, and the little pads began to crawl up his legs.
... Why don't you look at me.
The little white cat was so wronged that she shed tears and forcibly held back. Climbing up from the edge of Jiang Yinghe's Taoist uniform, he drilled up while testing, and plunged into the arms of the master with great effort.
Jiang Yinghe's hand engraving the jade slips paused for a moment, withdrawing his consciousness from the sword manual, and swept across the harmless-looking kitten in his arms.
The cat first found a comfortable place in the arms of the master and lay down for a while, and then it was a little ready to move, unable to stop its desire to be rua and its tail licked.
He likes Jiang Yinghe's hands so much. They are long and frosty white, with narrow and thin knuckles. The color is so transparent that it can reflect the faint blood vessels under the flesh, and the fingertips turn red when licked...
The little cat made up his mind, moved to Jiang Yinghe's wrist full of hope, first hooked it with his tail, then slowly approached, rubbing his small head against his wrist.
Jiang Yinghe was rubbed by the soft touch of fluffy
With one hand, the tip of the cat's ear brushed and rubbed against the palm.
Jiang Yinghe moved his gaze away and focused on the kitten.
Changye rubbed like he was touching porcelain, with his tail wrapped around his wrist, and he uttered two soft cat meows, tempting him with the snow-white fluff all over his body.
How could Jiang Yinghe be overwhelmed by this kind of temptation, his three views are integrity, positive and healthy, a gentleman, and a teacher... just touch it.
Jiang Yinghe put down the jade slip, and slowly rubbed the little cat's soft and cute head under the expectant eyes, and stroked back once in a while.
Maomao was so comfortable that he lay down firmly in his arms, feeling the faint fragrance of Master's body spread over, and his slender and cool fingertips stroking his back, the sea of jealousy in his heart finally eased some.
Jiang Yinghe rubbed his little ears slowly, not noticing the little elf's tail wagging in joy. At this moment, the curtain of the car was lifted suddenly.
The sound of the rain outside suddenly became louder, and then suddenly became weaker as the car curtain fell.
Li Huanhan sat in the car, glanced at the spoiled cat on his lap, and said, "The front is Luocheng, which is next to the Yingzhou faction. We will arrive before dawn tomorrow."
Jiang Yinghe gave a "hmm" and said, "Jun'er is outside?"
"Yes." Li Huanhan seemed to be pointing, "Qin Jun said that he saw a cat sneaking in, and he was afraid that he would catch Shizun."
Jiang Yinghe heard the meaning, and felt that it was a bit funny that he was angry with himself, so he replied, "Then why didn't he stop it."
"He said," Li Huanhan replaced the tea leaves on the small case with new ones, and said in a calm tone, "This cat is used to shamelessness, and will come to you to complain."
The little white cat lying on Jiang Yinghe's lap snorted coldly, raised its head and hugged the hand that was stroking its fur, and licked it under the tip of its tongue.
The soft thorns fell down and scratched the hand a little, but it didn't hurt, but itched.
Just as Jiang Yinghe was about to withdraw his hand, he felt that the other hand was also being held. He raised his eyes and saw Li Huanhan handing the re-brewed tea into his palm, exuding the familiar fragrance of tea.
"Enshi Yulu." Li Huanhan said.
This is a taste that has been cultivated on Qingjingya for many years, and Li Huanhan remembers everything that Master likes very deeply.
Jiang Yinghe moistened his throat with tea, and as soon as he put down the teacup, he saw the big apprentice in front of him staring at him intently, and said, "Master..."
"Um?"
Those bloody eyes stared at Jiang Yinghe's thin lips that had been moistened with tea, and suddenly approached, his tone of voice fell along with the hot breath.
"Can I kiss you?"
Jiang Ying
Crane was almost stunned by the straight ball, he was stunned for a moment, his heart beat wildly, and even the roots of his ears turned red.
Li Huanhan didn't get the immediate consent, but he also didn't receive the rejection signal. The closer he leaned, the more he could feel how confused the other party's mind was in the gradually blending and entangled atmosphere.
After all, Jiang Yinghe had been single for so many years, and he had just confirmed his intentions. His ears were reddened by what he said. After hesitating, he raised his head slightly and kissed him lightly.
The white cat in his arms frowned, jumped up with a meow, and then was pushed down by Li Huanhan with one hand, sandwiched between the two.
Jiang Yinghe wanted to break up at the touch of a button, but he couldn't do it. The other party's reaction was extremely quick, and in the next moment, he held his lips, rubbed them gently with the tip of his teeth, and poked in.
The old wound on his body has not healed, Jiang Yinghe half put his shoulders, wanted to hide for a while, but Li Huanhan didn't give him a chance to hide, and kissed him all the way from the lips, disturbing the breath.
Not only did Jiang Yinghe's ears turn red, but even his mind went blank. He wrapped his arms around the other's neck to prevent himself from being overwhelmed, but he was still forced to the point of no return by this deep kiss mixed with possessive desire.
... This person looks gentle, caring and easy to talk, why, why is he so fierce.
Jiang Yinghe has no experience in love, and the only few kisses were initiated by the other party, and the corners of his eyes slowly turned red until Li Huanhan parted his lips and reminded in a low voice: "Master, take a breath."
Jiang Yinghe leaned back, breathed slowly, looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time, and then asked, "Why are you so good at it?"
He must look back and find out whether the Blood River Demon Lord had any Taoist companions, furnace cauldrons, lovers... Was there any history of love and moon, or love in rain and dew...
Just when this idea came to him, Li Huanhan did not retreat but advanced, kissed him lightly again, and said, "Could it be that Master also wants to teach this?"
"… what?"
"The love of the world." Those blood eyes were dim, and the tone was hoarse, "It turns out that the master will teach you about the bed."
"...I'm not..." Halfway through Jiang Yinghe's speech, he suddenly remembered that he may not be the one below, even if he is a powerful soul-splitter, so what, Huanhan is gentle and considerate, and Jun'er is so sensible, even if he is a noisy little apprentice, Now it's just a kitten...
Moreover, he is considered an elder. In this kind of matter, if he teaches... well, he must be on top.
Jiang Yinghe didn't know where the confidence came from, thought for a moment, and said: "...
This is not impossible. "
Li Huanhan touched his lips with his fingers, stroked the lips with his fingertips a few times, and said in a low voice, "It's red again."
"How dare you say that."
Jiang Yinghe brushed off his hand, lowered his head and pulled up Changye, who was about to be crushed into a cat cake, between the two of them, watching the little white cat weep angrily, and comfortingly ran along the little cat's back.
Chang Ye was sandwiched between the two of them, and he also witnessed his rival kissing his sweetheart. He was afraid of scratching his master and didn't dare to resist too much. Life was too difficult, and now he could cry until tears flowed into rivers.
The cat sobbed and acted coquettishly, holding Master's fingers without loosening its claws.
"It's still cold." Jiang Yinghe passed the fur that had exploded on the white cat's back, and heard the sound of night rain outside the carriage, "How...how did you know?"
He was talking about one body and three souls.
"I had a premonition before, and it was confirmed by that Buddha."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said again: "A hunch? Is there any sign of fusion?"
Li Huanhan nodded lightly, and said: "Qin Jun and I confirmed each other. It started when... I had a charming thought about Master."
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Is it related to me?"
"Yes." Li Huanhan said, "As for the part of the long night... Maybe it's too far away in the age, so there is no fusion reaction for now."
The sad little cat opened his eyes, as if he just realized what they were talking about.
Jiang Yinghe responded and didn't ask any more questions. Afterwards, his hand was held by the other party, and the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon Body was not concealed in front of him, and it radiated out gradually.
"Actually... I'm not reconciled."
Jiang Yinghe looked at him blankly.
"If I'm just one-third of a soul, then my past... nothing."
Li Huanhan seemed to be just saying these words casually, without any serious tone, but extremely calm, almost as if he was saying that the wind and rain tonight would blow off the flowers and branches.
"But I'm very happy."
He tightly clenched the hand that was not smoothing the hair, and pulled it up with just the right amount of strength.
"Master, you don't have to choose, there will always be me."
Those blood-red eyes are often silent, like a whirlpool. Only when looking at Jiang Yinghe, can one feel a touch of moving emotion in the eyes from the quiet to the pool of stagnant water.
Jiang Yinghe vaguely touched the tenderness beneath the abyss.
"If it wasn't like this, I'm afraid you wouldn't choose me." Li Huanhan said, "I have done a lot of wrong things. Impulsive, violent, reckless... I almost became the person I least wanted to be."
Li Huanhan lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand lightly.
Just like that night, he stayed guarded in the white crane jade all night, his cherished timidity and vigorous greed were constantly intermingling and merging into one.
He is a person who has been sunk in darkness for a long time, his heart condensed into ice.
It was in Master's body that I felt warmth for the first time.
"No matter how unwilling, I will accept it." Li Huanhan hugged him slowly, leaning against his shoulder, his voice slightly hoarse. "There is always a banquet in the world, but I will never leave you."
Jiang Yinghe was hugged tightly by him, and slowly hugged him back, avoiding his injury, thought for a moment, and said: "Since I chose you as my apprentice, I will be responsible. And..."
He was actually very embarrassed to say such a thing.
"Huan Han is the gentlest person I've ever met." His words paused slightly, "I actually..."
Before he could speak halfway, Chang Ye, who was squeezed into cat cakes between the two of them, suddenly came out again, and the hair that had just been smoothed was blown out again, and the meat pads stepped on the sides of the master's neck, raised his head and meowed, and leaned over blocked his lips.
... His words were lost by Mao Mao's kiss.
The little white cat kissed stubbornly, then hung it around Jiang Yinghe's shoulders, nestled on his neck, bared its teeth fiercely at Li Huanhan, and then acted like a baby with the master with tears in its eyes. Kissing his neck softly.
If it is a split soul...
Changye quickly processed this information, suppressed all negative emotions, and took the lead in finding the best point out of it.
... In any case, Master also has my share.
The little kitty felt confident and righteous, and just about to continue acting like a baby, his elder brother grabbed the back of his neck and lifted it off.
"Don't hang there." Li Huanhan said ruthlessly, "You are too heavy."
The little cat was stunned for a moment, and looked at him in disbelief, as if shocked by the evaluation of "Shen".
——
Qin Jun probably knew what they were arguing about in the carriage.
Walking at night, the two sides are already quiet, and no spells have been cast inside, so it is very noisy.
Because the road was not smooth, and the horse was an ordinary horse, he did not get into the carriage when he was traveling at night.
Until arriving in Los Angeles.
The itinerary was slower than expected, and before arriving in Los Angeles, it was still a time of sound sleep in the middle of the night. Qin Jun knocked on the wall of the car and asked Li Huanhan to come out to replace him.
After waiting for a while, Li Huanhan raised the curtain and said, "Master is asleep, the wind is cold and the night is cold, please don't get too close."
"I know." Qin Jun glanced at him, "It's the second half of the journey.
Even on a summer night, the car door should be closed. "
"You don't need to close the car door. Although it's spacious inside, it's not very ventilated." Li Huanhan was very dissatisfied with this, but because Jiang Yinghe chose the carriage and horses, he didn't say much, "Look at Changye."
"Tsk." Qin Jun snorted, but did not answer.
The carriage moved again.
Qin Jun took off his cold coat and sat down beside Jiang Yinghe after the coldness on his body passed.
Evil spirits are not sleepy.
The scheming cat was nestled in Master's arms, pressed down by one hand, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
But Qin Jun knew that it was just a look. The moment he came in, the cat's ears trembled, and he had already noticed it.
Qin Jun ignored it, but sat next to the master, and picked up a strand of Jiang Yinghe's hair that was scattered around his ear, as if out of habit, or simply because he couldn't keep his hands idle.
This is what he learned from the human race, and they became husband and wife, with no doubts about love and love.
He didn't realize his naivety, but felt that the implication was very good, and he liked it very much.
He braided his own gray hair into that lock of black hair.
There was no movement in the long night, so Qin Jun didn't bother to care about him. Just as he was about to finish fiddling with the black hair in his hands, the people around him suddenly murmured a few words and changed their posture.
Qin Jun let go of his hand and waited for him to finish changing before continuing.
No matter how you look at it, it looks good, as expected of the person he likes.
This evil spirit trusts its own eyesight very much. He leaned over and heard Jiang Yinghe whispering indistinctly as he seemed to feel his presence.
"...Jun'er."
"Yeah." Fortunately, Li Huanhan or Chang Ye was not called, which made people feel relieved.
"Let's discuss... I want to be on top..."
Qin Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly, staring at his slender neck, and licked his fangs.
I don't know what the master dreamed about to say such a thing.
He bowed his head slightly, kissed the center of Master's forehead, and asked in a low voice, "You want to be on top?"
"… Um… "
"Okay." Qin Jun continued without changing his expression, "I'm inside you, okay?"
Jiang Yinghe seemed to hesitate for a while reservedly, but he was actually asleep, and he didn't turn the corner, so he answered slowly after a while.
"… Um… "
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I saw in the comment section that school is about to start in the afternoon. I’m afraid you won’t be able to see the evening update, so this chapter will be updated at 9:00 in the morning. Kiss you guys~Happy chasing articles, and progress in your studies!